Dynasty of Rhymes

[Verse 1]:
Aye, I could rap 'til the Rust-Oleum can shake
While I speak a language that you can't translate
Hell's Bells in the stained glass vase
Concrete gargoyles drippin' off the landscape
Run the game like Kobe on a fast break (Uh)
Industry plants givin' me Masonic handshakes
I give A&Rs the gas face
On the beat, treating masterpieces like lab waste (Uh)
My dynasty got nothing but cap space
Turning down Aphrodite's mandrake
You don't like SCVTTERBRVIN, you got bad taste (Hahahaha)
I'm Bane putting Bruce Wayne in a back brace (Uh)
I should be in the gym getting my jab straight
In bad shape, eatin' Baltimore crab cake
Side bettin' on this world wide rat race
Droppin' rap tapes before Drake was in blackface

[Verse 2]:
Microphone fiend, rhyming obscene
My dynasty from the dark side of the dream (Uh)
Got a variety of tyranny schemes
Won't, lie to my seeds, ride or die for my queen
Phantasmagoria, a fat lady quietly sings
I'm Ivory Wayans with ivory wings
Blood diamonds blinding your team
Get a ring and change my name like I was Kareem
I rep Paradise Hell, it's an irony thing
Switch lanes and make my mark in the winery scene (Hahaha)
The whip looking sobriety clean
Fuck the fame, I need my privacy ain't tryna be seen
Living and dying for cream
Mo' money, mo' problems, what notoriety brings
Hit the streets like Mad Society Kings
SCVTTERBRVIN the illest mind that psychiatry's seen